| I need me a ride or die chick that’ll let that shotty pop
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| Hold it down when I’m out of town, no lie
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| Tell me are you really that ride or die
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| Are you really my Bonnie ma
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| Are you really that ride or die
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| Baby girl I’mma just be honest, I’m lookin' for a Cookie Johnson
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| I’m lookin' for the chick that got one of my ribs
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| And I’m wonderin' would she promise
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| To never be willin' to snitch if ever I’m pinch
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| Or in a twist, and could she honest-
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| Ly, see herself with a nigga like my cuz wifey would be the accomplice
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| Adrenaline rush, I think I’m in love and I think I’m in lust
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| She’s down to ride the minute we fuck
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| Ain’t nothin' like the criminal with a feminine touch
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| That’s her, she got a college degree
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| A top model and she really down to ride in the streets
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| She got a problem with whoever got a problem with me
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| She independent but she also wanna follow my lead
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| That’s all that I need, a women that’s followin' me
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| And she ain’t trippin' off them other bitches all in my team
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| She the star of my team, she got us a ring
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| And all you niggas think you ballin', but she out of your league
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| I know she got me and them other niggas, yo, they don’t seem happy
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| They lowkey mad cuz she got the C.O.B tat on her back and she call me daddy
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| Pullin' up in the droptop McLaren with a bad bitch that’s top notch,
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| and yeah they all stop and stare like I shot the sheriff
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| If you fuck with her then I’ll pop the Deringer
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| I need a good wife to, cook like her momma but look Rihanna
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| Columbiana skills just like Saldana, don’t look now but the hook’s right behind
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| ya
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| I got a bad ass chick, that’s that shit
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| Whatever I need she gon' let me have that shit
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| Y’all know what I mean, she stay in her lowrider jeans but she not on no
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| half-ass shit
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| She put it down on the streets for me, even in the sheets for me
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| Even if police throw me in cuffs, she get rough
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| When that heats on me, blast that piece for me
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| She gon' even breathe for me, it’s nothin'
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| She hella proper, flier than a helicopter
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| Call her mom, Michelle Obama mixed with LaLa
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| But she not with that melodrama, I don’t need to be inhalin' marijuana,
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| little momma keep me high-igh
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| Ever since I’ve been around her, people ask me how I found her, I might need to
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| wedding gown her
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| I’ll be hittin' her hard, I don’t mean Chris Brown her
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| She my jet fuel, wouldn’t be fly without her
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| I deny to doubt her, if I keep her I’ll live a life without her
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| When I’m and I need to suprised, she’ll pull out purse
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| She surprise me like a outburst from a person with Tourrettes
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| No servant but she’s worshippin' me, yes
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| She heard em and she merked em in that dress
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| The perkiest of the breasts, I’m certain that her twerkin' is the best
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| She got my name in cursive on her flesh
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| K-E-double N-y, she gets attention as soon as she hits the scene
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| Like a Mercedes,, she’s up for everything, down for anything
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| Against the world, she take many swings
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| Fightin' with me til the last round
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| Compare her to the act of sittin', she’s just ass down
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| I got a ride or die chick that’s down with me
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| I got a ride or die chick, ey ey ey
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| I got a ride or die chick that’s down with me
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| I got a ride, I got a ride or die |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ride Or Die Chick, artist - Horseshoe Gang. Album song #TrueStory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп